"Xiaoxiao, let's go see those big brothers off today!"
"Okay!" Han Xiaoxiao nodded and immediately changed into a white dress.
The funeral parlor and the mourning hall have been decorated overnight, in black and white, without any extra colors. The boys from the Juxing Gang all put on black suits, with a pair of black sunglasses on their noses and a small white flower on their chest.
Separated into two rows, they stood straight from the inside of the mourning hall to more than 20 meters outside the door. Passers-by were frightened and fled one after another. These people looked like gangsters. They dared not come even close.
The mourning hall is a collective memorial service. It is held in the name of Samsung Sand Quarry Co., Ltd. under the name of Changsheng Group. On the surface, it is a company memorial service, but in fact, it is a funeral held by the Juxing Gang for the younger brother.
"Today, with great sadness, we are here to mourn Li Benshan and Kai Yun... thirty-two comrades. These thirty-two comrades have made outstanding contributions to the Samsung battlefield, and their lives have been a life of struggle.
"It is a life of fighting. They used their lives to stick to their jobs and never give up until the last moment of their lives... Please allow us to observe three minutes of silence for these thirty-two heroes!"
The voice of the emcee was very loud, and everyone present lowered their heads and mourned silently. The voice of the memorial service was very low, and the voices of the family members crying were very noisy. After all, the family members of thirty-two people were crowded together, and the number of people was relatively large.
many.
This was the first time for a funeral home to host such a collective memorial service. At that time, the manager refused to agree, saying that it was technically impossible. He had never hosted a collective memorial service before, so he refused to agree and strongly requested that it be held separately.
Come on, thirty-two people, how much money can they make one game after another? Later, Wei Li directly handed over the money for thirty-two games, and the manager immediately smiled and said: "Actually, it's not that difficult.
The road is always discovered by people. As Mr. Lu Xun said, if there are more people walking on it, it will become a road!"
Wei Li didn't say anything to such a snob like the manager. Anyway, he only had one request: to do it in a grand manner for me. The more grand the better. There was no reason for the manager not to agree. Thirty-two memorial services were compressed into one. That was natural.
It was made more grand. The biggest one was chosen for the mourning hall, and all kinds of wreaths, beauties, and villas were decorated to death. Piles of them were placed in the corners. If Wei Li hadn't stopped them, airplanes and tanks would probably be able to get a batch of them.
